Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.